Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Ten City,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Moebius,
AZ,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.